Summary: What happens when something more human threatens the boys?

Disclaimer: Don't own anything that's related to the show, The WB/CW, anything! Too bad though…

Warning: Very mild mention of drug use. (Also, I don't know much about drugs, so this is all my interpretation and inferences I've picked up over the years)

AN: This is just a short part I wanted to get out before 'The Fight.' It's got some stuff from the 'other side' of the story. Hope you like it!

Chapter 5

The room was dimly lit, a haze of thick smoke lingering in the air, obscuring the vision. Three men were scattered on various, mismatched furniture throughout the space, anxiously talking.

"What if we're found out?" the man on the beige couch near the kitchen entrance asked fearfully.

"How?" snapped the man on the brown recliner next to the front door, "Unless you two were sloppy and left any evidence?"

"No, we didn't!" replied the third man, who sat next to the first man on the couch, before turning to the first man and saying, "There's no way the cops'll find out, Danny."

The first man, named Danny, seemingly unconvinced, kept questioning, "But what if they do, Tyler? You saw the news! The kid lived! What if he's able to ID us? He saw us in that Wendys! What if he puts it together?"

"He won't," the second man, Michael, spoke up, "Even if he puts it together he won't know who we are! And you heard on the news, he wasn't even local! Just traveling with his brother. They'll be gone soon. So stop worrying little brothers. We won't get caught."

"You better be right Michael," said Danny, sighing deeply as he leaned back against the couch, " 'cause I ain't doing time for this –"

"No one's doing time for anything! Stop fighting guys!" Tyler interrupted. Being the middle child's so frustrating.

Both Danny and Michael had scowls set to their faces as they sat unmoving. No one said another word for a few minutes before Michael broke the tension, reaching for the coffee table and grabbing a clear plastic baggie. Pulling out three joints and tossing two to his brothers, before lighting his. "No one will find us."


The sound of the Impala's engine lulled Sam into a morphed form of a half-sleep. The feeling of the car coming to a stop snapped him out of his thoughts, making him look up at his brother.

Dean slowly pulled the car to a halt, turning the engine off and pulling out the keys. He just sat there, looking out the windshield towards an abandoned-looking, one-story house. If you could call it a house.

"You don't have to do this Dean," Sam suddenly said, breaking Dean's trance.

Dean blinked a couple times before turning towards his little brother with empty eyes, "Yes I do."

Sam sighed before looking towards the little house himself.

The house was located far off the main road, about five miles from the motel, hidden back in a small patch of woods unseen. There were two beat up and rusting cars parked to the left side of the house. It wasn't much to look at.

"Stay here, Sammy, I'm gonna go check the place out. Be right back."

Dean slowly got out of the car, glancing around the area before walking up towards the house. Going around to the right side where a small window was located, he looked in.

And there were the three men he was looking for.

They were all sitting in the main part of the house, smoking. Hmmm, wonder what it is. Doubt it's just cigarettes.

Dean crept along to all the other windows located on the house to see if there would be any unexpected threats lingering to ambush him.

Sure that there wouldn't be any interruptions, Dean went back to his car and got in.

"Okay, it's just the three of 'em there," he informed his little brother who was about to open his mouth and say something, but stopped.

"Stay in the car, I'll be back shortly." With that, Dean exited the car and went up to the front door, knocking three times.

The door was whipped open to reveal an average-sized man with scraggly, dirty blonde hair. Tyler.

"Who are you?" he asked with a look of anger on his face.

"Who me? You don't know me, but I think you've met my brother?" Dean replied withthe best form of his patented cocky grin.

"Your brother?" replied the man, utterly confused now, feeling his high setting in.

"Yes, my brother. You know, the man you shot?"Dean said before ramming the tip of his elbow into the man's sensative nose.

Tyler stumbled back from the force of the blow, hands clutching his now broken nose, before Dean entered the room.

The fight was on.

TBC...

AN: So, hoped you enjoyed it! Two updates in two days! It's gotta be a record for me. Haha, well...

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